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xerinmichellexThere's been a slight uproar at the house for the past couple of days due to my brother's idea of a Christmas gift for me. Ever since we put my cat, Midnight, down, my brother's been insistent on getting me another to "even the cats out" since he has two and I was left with one. Naturally, when my brother teased me about my Christmas gift and said it "was special" and I was "going to love him [my brother] so much for it" I knew he was trying to convince my mother to adopt another cat for me. It was also suppose to be a thank you for helping him with his papers for college--which I have basically written for him, so those A's he received are mine anyway.
On Friday, when my mother and brother conveniently ducked out of the house, I figured they were getting my "Christmas present". Did I mention my brother volunteers at the animal shelter near our house? The pieces were adding up, and when they did come home, I received my new, replacement kitten. *I is so smart.*
The new kitten
Okay, she's slightly older than a kitten--she's 9 months old. She was a stray that was taken into the shelter. Following that, contracted a couple cat diseases--common parasites and a respiratory issues--that made her get quarantined for a couple months. She's completely cured of the parasites, but still wheezes now and then. She's also a mute. I mean, she opens her mouth to meow, but nothing comes out except for a squeak. She does purr. A lot. Loud too, it's enough to rival our Purr-inator Cat, Tucker.
She came to us named Elsa--which was obviously going to be changed. And changed it was. I renamed her...Bella. Before you snort, this is a better name than the one I came up with when I was ten years old and meant to use if I ever adopted another black cat. "Black Magic" is what you get when you are with your father at the hardware store and he lets you cruise the paint display.
I could go into an elaborate explanation of why I came to the conclusion the only name I could give her was Bella (*cough*she'ssofragilebecauseofherdiseases*cough*), but luckily there's a story already written that I can use--after plugging in the correct variables, of course:
Bella is new toForks our house, which causes quite a disruption towards the other people cats in the area. No one is more put-off by these effects like Edward Buster who, after getting a good whiff of Bella, acts strangely around her. Bella has no idea why and thinks he's just that strange kid cat who is extremely god-like looks like he's wearing a tuxedo. Her arrival effects him so much, Edward Buster runs off to Alaska the other side of the house--which happens to be under my parents' bed--to escape her. At the same time, Bella tries to figure out what the fuck is up with Edward Buster. When Edward Buster comes back from his vacation hiding under the bed like a little baby, Bella makes it her mission to understand what's up with his shady behavior by accidently almost getting run over by the Death Van giving him death stares from the top of the stairs. Saving her Staring back at her, Edward Buster runs away again, leaving Bella to scream, "You are so weird!"
And that's where we stand at the moment. We haven't gotten to Bella andEdward Buster lying in Edward's special meadow the litter box, after Bella finds out Edward Buster is really a vampire who sparkles in the sunlight scaredy-cat.
The other two cats, Mo and Tucker, really don't care about Bella. It's only Buster, my other cat, who does. I think he's taking her arrival personal, to be honest. He's avoiding me, which is really disconcerting since he use to follow me around like a stalker--another reason Bella got her name. We shall see if Buster chills the hell out and realizes Bella is his true love. I wonder what the conversion is when going from 1,000,000 book pages to actual months...?
Totally unrelated, the first hour of SciFi's (yes, I refuse to use that stupid, variant spelling "SyFy") Alice aired last night. I was less than impressed. I really liked Tin Man--it was fresh, new, and engaging. Though both were created/written by the same people, Alice felt...off. Wonderland looked like a recycled set from Doctor Who--even the selling of emotions was borrowed from a Doctor Who episode that aired in 2007. Honestly, Alice started off bad. When I see a brown haired Alice, I don't like her unless she's carrying a butcher's knife and sporting Victorian boots. Needless to say, this Alice wasn't. Perhaps the second night will make up for last night's. Doubt it. I may just have to wait for Tim Burton's Alice as a worthy re-imagining of the timeless tale of a girl who slipped through The Looking Glass and the adventure she had on the other side.
On Friday, when my mother and brother conveniently ducked out of the house, I figured they were getting my "Christmas present". Did I mention my brother volunteers at the animal shelter near our house? The pieces were adding up, and when they did come home, I received my new, replacement kitten. *I is so smart.*
The new kitten
Okay, she's slightly older than a kitten--she's 9 months old. She was a stray that was taken into the shelter. Following that, contracted a couple cat diseases--common parasites and a respiratory issues--that made her get quarantined for a couple months. She's completely cured of the parasites, but still wheezes now and then. She's also a mute. I mean, she opens her mouth to meow, but nothing comes out except for a squeak. She does purr. A lot. Loud too, it's enough to rival our Purr-inator Cat, Tucker.
She came to us named Elsa--which was obviously going to be changed. And changed it was. I renamed her...Bella. Before you snort, this is a better name than the one I came up with when I was ten years old and meant to use if I ever adopted another black cat. "Black Magic" is what you get when you are with your father at the hardware store and he lets you cruise the paint display.
I could go into an elaborate explanation of why I came to the conclusion the only name I could give her was Bella (*cough*she'ssofragilebecauseofherdiseases*cough*), but luckily there's a story already written that I can use--after plugging in the correct variables, of course:
Bella is new to
And that's where we stand at the moment. We haven't gotten to Bella and
The other two cats, Mo and Tucker, really don't care about Bella. It's only Buster, my other cat, who does. I think he's taking her arrival personal, to be honest. He's avoiding me, which is really disconcerting since he use to follow me around like a stalker--another reason Bella got her name. We shall see if Buster chills the hell out and realizes Bella is his true love. I wonder what the conversion is when going from 1,000,000 book pages to actual months...?
Totally unrelated, the first hour of SciFi's (yes, I refuse to use that stupid, variant spelling "SyFy") Alice aired last night. I was less than impressed. I really liked Tin Man--it was fresh, new, and engaging. Though both were created/written by the same people, Alice felt...off. Wonderland looked like a recycled set from Doctor Who--even the selling of emotions was borrowed from a Doctor Who episode that aired in 2007. Honestly, Alice started off bad. When I see a brown haired Alice, I don't like her unless she's carrying a butcher's knife and sporting Victorian boots. Needless to say, this Alice wasn't. Perhaps the second night will make up for last night's. Doubt it. I may just have to wait for Tim Burton's Alice as a worthy re-imagining of the timeless tale of a girl who slipped through The Looking Glass and the adventure she had on the other side.
